Sizzling Nights with Dr. Off-Limits by Janice Lynn Page A

wanted to do things right with.
    â€œEmily, I want you.”
    She laughed, but it was a humorless sound that could have just as easily come from a wounded animal who’d just been kicked. “Yes, I can tell by you saying we have to stop after making me think you wanted to have sex with me.”
    â€œI do want to have sex with you.”
    â€œWould you please make up your mind? Your indecisiveness is killing me.”
    â€œI’m not being indecisive. I’m trying to do the right thing.”
    â€œToying with my emotions by seducing me with your kiss, then pushing me away, that’s your idea of doing the right thing? You really are a sick one, aren’t you?”
    He raked his fingers through his hair. “I guess you might see it that way, but hear me out.”
    â€œI’m all ears.”
    â€œThere is nothing better I’d like to do than push you up onto that countertop and kiss you until you scream with pleasure.” His hands dropped to her waist, caressed her there, as if he considered making good on his suggestion.
    â€œBut?”
    â€œBut I didn’t come here for sex, Emily. I came here tonight because I wanted to be with you, because the thought of eating alone, or even with someone else, when I could be with you just wasn’t acceptable. I’m here tonight because I needed your company and no one else’s would do.” His hands moved to her hips, pulled her flush against his hard body and worked her shirt free from her pants. “No one else has ever done. Just you.”
    His words were aphrodisiacs to her tortured mind and body.
    â€œMaybe we should have just stuck with sex the first time around,” she said, arching her pelvis against him and running her fingers along his shoulders.
    â€œMaybe. Certainly, I don’t want marriage again.” His hands slid beneath her shirt, lighting fires in the wake of his fingers trailing over her skin. “That isn’t in my future.”
    â€œYou think I want marriage to a selfish jerk like you again? Wrong.”
    Had she really just tugged his shirt out of his waistband while calling him a selfish jerk? Was she really going for his belt?
    â€œYou’re sure this is what you want?”
    She got his belt buckle loose, undid the snap of his pants, his zipper. “What do you think?”
    He groaned as her hands flattened against his abdomen, then moved to his hips and pushed downward on his pants. “I’ll make it good for you,” he promised.
    â€œYou better.” He always had. From the very first time, he’d made sure she enjoyed what was happening between them.
    She always had.
    * * *
    Emily’s breath came in short, hard pants. Her heart raced. Her body was coated in a glistening sweat.
    She remembered exactly why she’d allowed to happen what she’d just allowed to happen.
    Sex. Good sex. Great sex. Out-of-this-world sex.
    If anything, Lucas had been even better than she remembered.
    He’d stripped her of her pants, her shirt, kissed every inch of her body, lingering in key places until she’d begged him for more, done her on the counter, on the kitchen table, hard against her refrigerator until they’d both orgasmed. She was pretty sure they’d permanently dented the stainless-steel door.
    Now she was a sweaty mess. Naked. And wondered what she’d done.
    As much as she probably should, she didn’t regret having sex with Lucas.
    If anything, she wanted to thank him.
    She’d thought she’d lost the ability to do the things her body had just done.
    She hadn’t. No way, she hadn’t. With Lucas, she’d felt like a sex goddess, like the queen of phenomenal sex, like a fiery siren who gave as good as she got.
    â€œThank you,” Lucas breathed into the curve of her neck. “Thank you, Emily.”
    â€œNo.” She shook her head and began separating her body from his. “Thank you.”
    She picked up her